Many rivers to cross but I can't seem to find my way over. Wandering, I am lost as I travel along the white cliffs of Dover. Many rivers to cross and it's only my will that keeps me alive. I've been licked, washed up for years, and I merely survive because of my pride.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2966 | 2010-12-14 21:10:11 | 97.38 | |
| 2871 | 2010-12-03 20:15:44 | 102.32 | |
| 2014 | 2010-07-30 13:04:39 | 97.42 | |
| 1339 | 2010-02-15 19:36:36 | 95.83 | |
| 1287 | 2010-02-11 19:53:58 | 95.97 | |
| 1153 | 2010-02-04 13:59:12 | 92.52 | |
| 1006 | 2010-01-23 16:34:01 | 89.61 | |
| 981 | 2010-01-22 21:28:33 | 93.61 | |
| 970 | 2010-01-22 20:18:46 | 97.74 | |
| 852 | 2010-01-15 13:44:50 | 92.36 | |
| 475 | 2009-12-18 19:38:20 | 86.07 | |
| 153 | 2009-11-29 22:15:02 | 78.12 | |
| 20 | 2009-11-09 13:47:55 | 80.34 |